Good Angel. BELZEBUB. Enter CHORUS. The form of Faustus' fortunes, good or bad: CHORUS. Not marching in the fields of Thrasymene, Spirits in the shapes of ALEXANDER THE GREAT, of his Paramour, Chorus. And now to patient judgments we appeal, Whereas his kinsmen chiefly brought him up. Devils. Nor sporting in the dalliance of love, In courts of kings where state is overturn'd; At riper years, to Wittenberg he went, Now is he born of parents base of stock, Intends our Muse to vaunt her [2] heavenly verse: Where Mars did mate the warlike Carthagens; [1] Evil Angel. MEPHISTOPHILIS. The Seven Deadly Sins. LUCIFER. Nor in the pomp of proud audacious deeds, of DARIUS, and of HELEN. THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS In Germany, within a town call'd Rhodes: Only this, gentles,--we must now perform FROM THE QUARTO OF 1616. And speak for Faustus in his infancy.